His little rose is sweet and wild

Chapter 112

But hearing this, Sheng Wang only had one thought in his mind.

What about her.

He smiled at her more often.

Will she...

Thinking about it, Sheng Juan's ears turned even redder, but the corners of his lips curled up, and he actually smiled at her.

At that moment, Shen Nian was dumbfounded.

Stare straight at him.

Meow, he has such a nice smile.

Who can handle this.

Don't look at Sheng Huang's young age, but his good looks are there, he is definitely the best-looking boy she has ever seen, he has all the advantages of imagination and reality, making him impeccable.

Looking at him, Shen Nian's heart skipped a beat unexpectedly.

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At ten o'clock in the evening, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was pitch black, without a single star or moon.

Downstairs, however, the lights were dim, and the prosperity of the capital was in sight.

After pressing the last send button, Zhang Ying finally finished all the work for the day. She breathed a long sigh of relief. She only felt that her back was sore and her whole body was not her own.

Everyone in the office had already left work, and she was the last one.

No way, the only blame is to meet a harsh female boss.

But this feeling of being immersed in work is also quite good, at least it made her forget the troubles in her life, and she no longer thought of Shen Ming.

The name of this person just flashed across her mind, and for some reason, Zhang Ying remembered Shen Ming's words of blessing at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau in the morning.

My heart was suddenly agitated.

But I also feel relieved.

After all, she also turned back, didn't she? Shen Ming must have been very angry at the time.

After typing her off-duty card, she turned off the lights in the room, turned and walked into the elevator.

The whole building is too quiet.

She came to the garage alone.

There were not many cars left in the garage, and she found her own car with just one glance, unlocked it, opened the door and got in the car.

Start the car and get out of the garage.

But when she got to the side of the road and waited for the traffic light, she couldn't help being entangled again.

The irritability in her heart made her not want to go home. Instead, she wanted to find a place to release herself and relax.

But Niannian is still at home.

Zhang Yingsi thought about it, and when she saw that the traffic light was still 50 seconds away, she called Shen Nian.

The call was connected, "Hello, Nian Nian, are you asleep?"

Shen Nian lying on the bed, "Not yet, Mom, are you off work, are you back?"

This tone was clearly waiting for her.

Zhang Ying's heart trembled, "Not yet, I'm... working overtime, I may be late when I go back, go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Shen Nian said "Oh" and nodded, "Okay then, Mom, be careful when you come back."

Zhang Ying, "Okay, good night baby."

"Uh-huh."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for a few seconds, seeing the light change, I started the car and drove towards another street that I had never been to before. There was the hottest quiet bar on this street, and its name was SP.

Unlike the craziness and hustle and bustle of ordinary bars, SP is a very quiet bar, suitable for listening to music, drinking and chatting.

Zhang Ying sat in front of the bar. She was not very good at drinking, and she ordered a cocktail with a low alcohol content. After drinking a glass of wine, the sweetness was accompanied by bitterness, and she felt that the boredom in her heart seemed to be much less.

The male singer on the stage played the guitar and sang a folk song. It was a familiar Anheqiao song. The tune was simple and crisp, and the voice was clean and full of emotion.

Unknowingly, after An Heqiao finished listening, Zhang Ying had already had a few cocktails, and her face turned red.

She propped her chin up, feeling very dizzy, but this feeling of being slightly drunk was fresh and unique, and she couldn't help but be a little fascinated.

In the past she rarely drank.

In the past few years, I have not touched a drop of alcohol.

It was her first time today.

Little did they know that on the seat not far behind her, a middle-aged man with a rugged appearance and a beer belly who came out to hunt for sex had already unknowingly set his sights on her.

(End of this chapter)